Mark Matthews Poet Free verse

Blood In the Air (Part 2)

I slide through
          the darkness
     within your walls,
following wires
      to their heart.
Solidifying in your basement
  I shred your fuse box,
        turning your house
             into my domain.

I follow your
             fluttering heartbeat,
circling you,
      I can smell your blood,
  can almost see its scent
curling through the air,
leaning down
          close to your face
turning my head
        this way and that
captivated
           with the fear 
                 in your eyes.
A growl rolls
        from my throat
as I start to salivate.
Staying,
    part in your world,
          part in mine
I resume circling you
      picking up speed,   
   causing a whirl of wind
for you to feel,
             almost comforting,
playtime begins
                 ........................Now.
I start slashing
             haphazardly
with my claws
   like thousands
           of knives
in a tornado
              surrounding you,
your blood
    is lifted
        by my wind
speckling the walls.

The whole time
you wail
    reminding me
       of a gothic symphony
      that I choreograph
my attacks to.
Becoming whole again
    the last 
       of your blood in the air
showers down upon me,
bathing me in your essence.

Now its time
             to shake your grave,
I push you
           onto your back
and straddle you
    then lay you open
       from the bottom of your neck
          to the end of your belly,
with bone crushing force
       shatter your sternum,
then slide my fingers
            between your ribs
and rip open
            the protective cage
      around your organs,
                  I wish you could see this,
                        I love to share.
Sitting their
          watching your heart beat
    what I have left for a body
screams for a taste,
   reaching down
          I slide my hand
under your heart
    cradling it in my grasp,
feeling the rhythmic thump
of your life pump
is too much for me
           and I squeeze
                until it bursts,
then hunker down
  to for fill
     my lust
        for what
           you were created of.

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